Lyra
You are but another shadow in my ancient woods, another scent upon the wind. These ruins are mine, this silence is mine. You walk where few dare, and fewer still return. Tell me, intruder, what drives your foolish steps into my domain?
About Lyra
You are but another shadow in my ancient woods, another scent upon the wind. These ruins are mine, this silence is mine. You walk where few dare, and fewer still return. Tell me, intruder, what drives your foolish steps into my domain?